The boy groaned. "Homer, what are we doing out here? I am missing Itchy rip out Scratchy's tongue."
Homer had that clueless look on his face driving around in circles. He wanted to get rid of the boy for at least a few hours. It had been months since him and Marge had time to their selves. Lisa was off looking at the Insect larva whatcha ma call its and Maggie was too young to know what they were doing. Just one day where Bart didn't kill the moment. Was it too much to ask for?
He pulled his car off to the side noticing a graveyard. He looked up at his forehead trying to come up with a plan. Homer's brain slowly started to make words. "You know what to do."
Homer gasped aloud causing Bart to stare in his direction. "No you idiot! Leave him here for the day." Homer turned a frown into a big goofy smile. "Oooh. I like the way you think. Lousy show off." He muttered the last part.
Bart was backed against the passenger door. Frowning he said, "Your acting weird." His eyebrow was raised. "Well, more than usual.
Homer's smile never disappeared. He had the perfect plan. He saw no consequences to it. He glances at the boy.
"Hey Bart, I bet your too chicken to last a night at the graveyard." Bart unfolded his arms now completely bought. "The bone yard, pfft. I can sleep with no night light. I think i can handle the dark."
Homer smirked. He was sure that Bart would be okay on the inside. But, he needed to play it cool. Cool Dad mode activate.
I don't think you can. Your just a itsy bitsy small person that wishes he still had his diapers!" His voice got shrill like a girl's. In response, Bart was glaring. "Hey!" He puts a hand on his chest. "I am capable of being my own man." Homer became promptly more smug. He started to mock him with chicken noises. Bart looked out at the graveyard upset with his Dad's taunting. The taunts only got louder. He dug his hand into the leather of his seat showing his teeth, he was frustrated. He stands up in his seat defiantly. "I'll show you that I'm not just some kid!" Homer chuckled pulling up to the graveyard. Time for him to get some smooching and maybe whip cream. Mmm, whip cream. He tossed Bart his red back pack that he happened to have in the back seat. The boy narrowed his eyes before turning to face the window. "Let's make my stay two days." He challenged wanting Homer to know he would not back down. Homer ducked his head down biting his nail. Two days?! Ooooh. He can't last that long. He looked back up at the boy with a glare. "Fine. I will pick you up then."
Bart watched as the car sped away. He could make it two days. Piece Of chocolate cake. He glanced at all of the stones that surrounded him. He walked down the line of tomb stones reading each name and cause of death. "It's only a bunch of dead guys." He closed his eyes waving them off. He walks himself into the back of a tree. The lightning illuminating off the tree reveals yellow eyes. He ran away screaming, not pausing for a minute. He quivered at the chill in the wind. He probably had seen too many zombie movies, that had to be it. There was nothing out here that could get him. All of it was in his head he repeatedly told himself. He sits in the middle of the graveyard watching traffic. Moments later, he had grown bored with the honking. Then he remembered, Homer had brought his backpack. He stood on his knees unzipping the first seal. Inside was a lock picking kit, his homework, and his half eaten lunch.
"Naw I can't do anything with this." Dissapointed, he threw his lock kit aside.
A loud howl pierced the child's ears. He quickly grabbed his homework.
"Good ole homework should take my mind off this."
What was he saying, homework sucked. He must really be afraid he thought. He presses the paper up against a tomb stone beginning to write his report on the apocolypse.
He sighed, "I can't believe it. Out of all the days, zombie apocolypse had to be today."
He concentrated his eyes on the book. Normally corpses and rotting flesh in a book made this enjoyable, but this was not making him feel less afraid. He slid the paper off of the tombstone noticing something different about it from the rest. He was hesistant, looking over his shoulder, to make sure no monster or night guard was watching. He eyed the lock that was hanging off of a dark black cob web covered box. He reached a hand out scratching his chin. "Hmm.
should i mind my own business or be nosey?" It didn't taken him long to make a decision.
"Once again nosey is the obvious choice." He brings his lock picking kit over. He grabs a pick he stole from Homer's work locker. He waited until he heard the lock click. What was inside made him freeze with his mouth wide in surprise. A slingshot covered in blood. His hands were shaking altogether with fear and excitement. He grabbed his hand trying to fight his urge to pick it up.
"No! Must leave dead guy's weapon alone." He said, strained.
He turned his back on the opened metal tool box. He needed to think of something better to do besides prank. H'oh nothing was better than that! He looked down at the ground with his hands rested on his cheeks.
"I wish I had never agreed to this stupid dare!"
He kicked his backpack over. Suddenly, he heard something rattling around. What was that noise? Whatever it was, it was right next to him. He gulped, slowly turning his head. He stayed dead still when he realized the sling shot was moving. He gasped, the sling shot was more blood stained than before. "I would r-r-eally like to be picked up now." He stuttered unable to contain his fear anymore. He fleed the man's tomb stone wanting nothing to do with the creepy weapon. He screamed ducking for cover noticing pieces of bone falling from the sky. He had his face buried in the ground, shaking. The bone had landed in his palm. He felt a sting deep in his hand.
In horror he witnessed the bone seep into his skin. He grunted feeling sharp stabs. The last half of the bone drilled through his arm. He fell backwards, his leg twitching. That was no ordinary sling shot, it was a tainted wish bone that was made to bring a thousand years of darkness. And now,...
Bart sat up blinking at the grave around him. His fear of death was put to rest. He leaned over to the grave writing One day. His inner and outer child was wiped out. The red ink or blood ran off the tomb. He blinked yet again before he started to grin from ear to ear.
Bart was darkness.